Let’s not lock eyes.
And let the mirrors of you be a comfort.
You’re there and here,
Like the flitting lights of carnival nights,
Fireflies dancing, piercing my mind.
I’m here and there,
A sentry to your moonlit apparition.
And while your pink cashmere seems to coalesce with your tears,
I drown in tastings of sweet nectar,
calligraphed with scents of warm cider.
To know the weight of words unspoken,
But not the depth of secrets left unshared.
To know your eyes formed with wine's allure,
But resist tossing any cards, keeping pure—
our tacitness…
some form of gluttonous abstinence.
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You moonlit apparition
Such a nice descriptive phrase. I prefer to think of the pink cashmere as an outfit for lust?
Hey! Thanks for your kind words. For the pink cashmere line, I intended for it to touch on ideas of imposed lust, vulnerability, and submissiveness on the admired person. As the mention of tears coalescing with their pink cashmere implies how the speaker's desires shape their possibly false perception. And in this specific case, I wanted to suggest how the speaker's infatuation caused them to conjure biased reflections of reality, like the imposed merging of the pink cashmere and tears on their admired one. Again, I appreciate your words and time to read my poem 😀
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